Текст песни Sholt - Каждый день - праздник

I go out on the block, so that again there would be something to remember
Again we collect the statement, (we need us) do not need a reason
I forget nights more often that I am at home
Remember my walks here every centimeter of rooms

I am confident in my homeies, even when the cabbage soup is blind
Forgetting yesterday, we will fade the next
We are used to the feeling that in the morning the cap is always cracking
Selfies tell us that there is something to remember.

In the meat every first here and night sick of the slut
Yes, my hoimi is frostbitten - blowing like Labaf
On the iPhone, the bumper, the bumper is covered with stuff again
We don’t need paypas, grandmas to hype a hundred out of a hundred

2 hours sleep again, and someone's screams color it
There is no movement, passions boil again
Tomorrow in this rhythm we will get bogged down again in the heat
After all, my every day on the tower, my every day is a holiday